About this time of year, we experience migrating birds as they stop over in our wetlands. The bird in the foreground is either a sand or sandhill crane. They're pretty spectacular - big! I waited until it got above freezing this morning to take a walk. I figure Sue is going to call for the Colors of the Month any time now, and I'm not ready.
Yesterday morning I took my walk with the grandkids - it's part of our tradition. They like to look for chips of chert which are really quite pretty. This is what Alexia collected. You'd think they were hunting for Easter eggs. I found one! Grandma, look at this one!!
Chert is used to make arrow-
heads. DS Josh found both the complete and partial arrowhead in Sage Creek, just below our house. Chert is naturally occurring here on Porcupine Mountain, and more chips wash down after each rain. Indians from Pyramid Lake passed through here on their way to summer camps to trade with other Indians in California's Sierra Valley not too far west of here. Kinda eerie. As Alexia would say, "It creeps me out." I know what she means, but I probably am more in awe.
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